I Hated My Pops

I grew up with a single mother in some apartment complexes in a not so wealthy part of town. My father ran through my mother like a whore when I was very young, and left her for other woman. Growing up my mother saw me as my father and never stopped reminding me that I was the love of her life.

I don’t remember how young I was when it started but she would often peel my foreskin back and suck my cock. In her mind she thought this was her way of teaching me how to become a man. How to take care of myself, clean my intimate parts, and have a woman pleasure me. She would tell me stories about how madly in love she was with my father while simultaneously getting me off. And while I never saw my mother sexually at that young age I did enjoy it

As an adult I realized why she did it. She grew up in a place where education wasn’t a priority. Her culture revolved around woman satisfying men. This was the only way she knew how to take care of a male in her home. By the time I was a teen, she had stopped blowing me. Someone in the neighborhood found out she was sucking me off. I beat some kid up because he was teasing me one day I came home. Somehow he had heard about our relationship and thought it was appropriate to bully me. Word got around and my mom and I had to relocate. My mom and I don’t do anything like this anymore but I thank her for teaching me early how to take care of myself. Because of her I never got anyone pregnant and still got to enjoy sex as a young man and how to treat a woman.